My mommy and daddy have been talking all year
They talk about "preparing" and "precaution" and "choices."

The Wytookie, I think, is a monster, it's huge.
But for some reason it's creeping up, somehow.

(So maybe Wytookie won't eat me if I try to be good?)
"You never know what might happen at the store."

I try hard to listen, but I don't have a clue.
As the winter approaches I tremble with fear.

It must be a snowman, I have no idea, now,
They've started a countdown, "every one" they say

Whimper and promise to be "compliant."'
Cause I'm too little the end is too near.

Excitement was everywhere, I was ready to burst.
You'd better believe, I kept looking over my shoulder --

Sometime after midnight into my bed I crept.
"We won't worry about that for another 100 years!"

I imagined maybe that Wytookie was my friend.